This story takes place in the city of Ikebukuro, a city in Japan where normality is anything but the mundane. Where color is weak against the invisible, where strength comes in many forms, and where the only difference between the normal and you is your mindset...
Summer was always bad in this Japanese city. The blazing sun and large amounts of pedestrians always made a certain blonde-haired man more irritable than usual. As he walked down the afternoon sidewalk by himself, he ran a hand through his blonde locks and huffed out a puff of smoke from the cigarette clenched between his teeth. He hated summer.
"Even on my day off, I got shit to do...shoulda just stayed home where it's cool and relaxed."
He sighed and looked to the plastic bag of groceries in his left hand.
"'Cept groceries won't buy themselves."
As he came up to the street crossing near his home, his brown eyes caught sight of a familiar face behind his blue-tinted sunglasses. The blonde tried to keep his head clear and not go into a full-on rage.
"That fucking bastard, showing up near my house! Shouldn't he be in Shinjuku at this time of day?"
A man clad in black and a black fur-trimmed coat leaned against a wall across the street from the blonde. His hands in his pockets, he grinned as a slight, warm breeze blew through his short, black hair. His crimson-red eyes caught the blonde's mocha-colored eyes, making the blonde cringe.
As the street light changed from red to green, the blonde walked across the street and passed right by the raven-haired man. The man with eyes of crimson smirked and hopped along behind the blonde.
"How rude you are, walking right past me~ I was hoping you'd at least get angry...Shizu-chan~"
The blonde, Shizuo Heiwajima, took his cigarette from his mouth and turned to the man in black.
"Don't you have other peoples' lives to ruin, Izaya? I'm not in the mood for your bullshit."
The black-haired man, Izaya Orihara, shook his head and sighed heavily.
"My precious humans aren't in need of information today...so, I came all the way from Shinjuku to see you, Shizu-chan~"
Shizuo dropped his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. He huffed and walked to his house, only down the street from them.
"Not interested."
As he left Izaya behind, the man's crimson eyes flashed behind his black bangs.
"Oh, just wait~ You will be soon enough, Shizu-chan~"
"You'll be beyond interested~"
Author's Note: Sorry, everyone. As of right now, my Ib and LOZ stories are on hold. My rewatching of Durarara! has inspired this story, so please hold tight. I'll write new chapters for both of them soon enough.
~Kaze the Wind Mage